This couldn't go on. You knew you were going to die of heatstroke or dehydration any minute now, floating in a tiny boat, in the middle of the grand line. The calm waves drifted you on, in the blistering sun. Suddenly you felt you were being lifted, onto a doc? Had you hit land? Murmures and mumbles swarmed about

"Give her some water, a cool towel and some space, men."

A voice echoed over the muttering crowd

"Hi, there, dear. Need a drink?"

Oh no, pirates?!